Found

The place I stand, embrace or later retrace. Giving circumspect to singularity or crying out. What will be the definitive stroke to this masterpiece of adulthood? Consistently followed by the reality my shadow casts...a longing for belonging can be abortive by nature or the slave to settle debts with said abscess. Will the clairvoyance evoke from a warm laugh? Perhaps an honest remark or familiar soul...whatever the source my solace is, it isn't revealed by any finite tribute or acclaim. Just a bare belief, i will be found.

The Artist

Ideas of restoration

and love for theory notation

respond in reverberation.

Clefs align for presentation

result in commune adulation.

Sing to me with your heart so free

and a grip so tight of pulse that beats.

Attuned to needs of industry

with which it suffers atrophy.

Brave souls bridge gaps and usher belief

new school of thought, an uprising.

Creative lines exalt reprieve

pressure left from former defeat.

Uncharted ground is all he seeks...